Month: July 2021

Sonnet 485

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
I hear him ride behind me in the dark,
The hoof beats gaining, closing ever fast;
His black horse silhouettes at lightning’s spark
And on its back, the rider, shadow cast.
His form has dogged my journey since I left
And oft I see his shadow in the trees,
Sometimes so close it seems I feel his breath,
Which chills me as some frigid fetid breeze.
Undaunted still I push yet ever on,
My steed’s slick sweat reflects the pallid moon,
Reminding me his strength is nearly gone
And soon that mighty back will sway and swoon;
Then I to brave at last that fearsome knave—
Where none have yet survived his crooked blade.

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Sonnet 484

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That joy of hearts—a rainbow in the sky
And for like minds all wonders there to see!
So does your visage ever strike my eye,
Sweet play of light that mocks eternity.
For thoughts of love, a splendor shaded thing,
Shines forth in beauty even cloaked by night—
Your countenance the torch that angels bring
Where souls fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.
A simple glance from you can make me smile,
And my heart quickens when I hear your name;
Your shapely form can artfully beguile
And in repose, all pious loins inflame—
Where joyous voices sing of love sublime:
There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine!

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Sonnet 483

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Though gods have gifted me propinquity
To navigate your waters free of fare—
Still of your essence, all I dream and breathe,
That heart I worship, heedless of my prayer.
I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,
My paltry raft few blue blood waves could try,
Yet Hope’s white sails unfurl to bring me near
That I might crest some vista of your eye.
Yet how to charter here the course of love
When all before us lie vast seas unplumbed?
Your gaze upon horizons ever rove—
As searching for some mighty ship to come;
Whilst here I toss upon a cockleshell,
To rise and fall, believing love might swell.

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Sonnet 482

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Let me compose sonatas in your mind
On strings of ink I now will strum and play
That here in verse sweet melodies you’ll find
And in soft subtle notes, your heart may sway;
Bright timbre true shall resonate your soul,
Proud intonation raising spirits high
Diminished light in skilled leggiero
Then in bravura—scaling to the sky.
In cursive swirls your eyes shall spin delight
As in refrain you read the lines again,
Saccadic wonders shimmer into sight
As you attend each rising rousing strain—
Then at the volta precious tears may fall…
And at sforzando you give up your all.

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